graduation poem

i sometimes wonder if it's really true
as it
you are clear
roses and gold
daughter, thou art come to die
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
were it not for that singular smell
earth travails
she limps with halting painful pace
up to her chamber window
a storm is riding on the tide
a very remarkable history this is
since, if you stood by my side today
i had over-prepared the event